༒ that awkward shuffle before the first punch, where both fighters are waiting for the other to move first, and it looks like bad dancing.
༒ the first hit hurts both of them... knuckles split, ribs bruise, and nobody looks cool.
༒ someone tries to say a badass line mid-swing and it comes out as a grunt. intimidation ruined.
༒ the sting of sweat in your eyes when you least need it.
༒ missing a punch so badly you almost knock yourself off balance.
༒ that sharp gasp when someone actually connects with your nose. instant tears. instant rage.
༒ ugly sounds: wheezing, choking, gagging, a squeaky “oof.” it’s never cinematic.
༒ realizing halfway through that you’re more tired than you thought. your arms feel like bricks but the fight isn’t over.
༒ hair-pulling. shirt-grabbing. someone’s jacket becomes a chokehold tool.
༒ the raw panic when you hit harder than you meant to and wonder if you went too far.
༒ improvised weapons: a broken bottle, a rock, a chair, hell, even a shoe. survival invents fast.
༒ someone slips on gravel or their own blood. comedy in the middle of chaos.
༒ headbutts hurt both people.
༒ that terrifying half-second of silence when someone doesn’t get back up right away.
༒ biting. spitting. scratching. fights are dirtier than anyone admits.
༒ the crowd (if there is one) gasping louder than the fighters themselves.
༒ your lungs burn, your hands shake, and you realize adrenaline tastes like metal in your mouth.
༒ punches that land on bone make an awful sound, dull, wet, final.
༒ the aftermath: shaking so hard you can’t light a cigarette, tie your shoes, or even text straight.
༒ bruises blooming in real time, like ugly little flowers.
༒ the shame or thrill when it’s over, because winning doesn’t always feel like winning.
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